It was obvious that the oral surgeon was not used to working with someone who had NOT taken all the drugs on the market before coming to his office. However, he quickly set to work, once he said, "Oh, well..." under his breath. He really kept asking if I were "okay" and watching my body language to be sure. I was. Really. Okay. The capper was when I asked for my teeth to put under my pillow for the tooth fairy. Surely these are worth something I kept insisting....
My wisdom teeth came out fairly simply as promised in your comments and, while I have stitches, I feel just fine. A little Tylenol and I am not even aware of anything "painful" -- whatever that is..
However, I have celebrated with a peach shake, Wendy's wasn't open yet, and a long nappie. I could get used to this.
Oh, yeah, and, my head didn't come off.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
We're Breaking Up
After 35 years together, my wisdom teeth and I are breaking up in the morning. Actually, they started breaking up about six months ago. After failing to play nicely with the fillings, my wisdom teeth pushed the boundaries of our relationship past the point of return. They have to go. As a result, I have decided to get braces ... again.... to repair the damage they did when they made their appearance 35 years ago.
While I am perfectly okay with the procedure, it seems, as with childbirth, people really want to share their Completely. Horrible. Experience.
"I threw up for a week."
"It hurt so badly I couldn't move."
"He broke the tooth off at the gum and I had to go back six times to have bone removed."
"He broke the tooth next to it."
"I bled for a month."
"My head fell off." Okay, I made that one up. But you get the picture. What is it about the human spirit that we find it challenging to be optimistic?
Personally, I am NOT going to take the Xanax (and no it isn't for sale) and I won't take the gas. He is going to numb them, remove them, and I am having a Frostie to celebrate. See? There is optimism for you!
Pray for the Mister...
While I am perfectly okay with the procedure, it seems, as with childbirth, people really want to share their Completely. Horrible. Experience.
"I threw up for a week."
"It hurt so badly I couldn't move."
"He broke the tooth off at the gum and I had to go back six times to have bone removed."
"He broke the tooth next to it."
"I bled for a month."
"My head fell off." Okay, I made that one up. But you get the picture. What is it about the human spirit that we find it challenging to be optimistic?
Personally, I am NOT going to take the Xanax (and no it isn't for sale) and I won't take the gas. He is going to numb them, remove them, and I am having a Frostie to celebrate. See? There is optimism for you!
Pray for the Mister...
Sunday, May 29, 2011
First Day Musing --- Choices, or I Can't
For several months now we have engaged in what has seemed to be a lifelong project of clearing out someone's house and yard.
This weekend has proved nearly too much for me.
If I hear one more time, "I can't do that any longer because..." I am going to most likely pitch a fit that would do the worst two-year-old honor.
What is it that causes someone to give up on life? To give up doing the things they love, even if it means doing less of it? Why does someone just sit down?
Several folks I know deal with serious issues. One person has MS, but continues to shoot pool, ski, and hike. Another has 60% oxygen levels and is on oxygen all the time yet manages to scrape ONE window a day and paint it. And, yet another person I know has 70% heart function but continues farming, working on projects and, most of all, planning what will be done Next Year.
Why would someone who has very little health issues just quit living?
It is beyond me.
The Bible says that no matter how old we get, we all have something we can give:
Psalms 92:14a they shall still bring forth fruit in old age.
Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
That's what I want. I want to be fruitful till the very last minute of my life. I want to have a reason to get up and the ability to give joy to someone every day. I want to be a blessing and not a curse.
How do you envision your greying years??
This weekend has proved nearly too much for me.
If I hear one more time, "I can't do that any longer because..." I am going to most likely pitch a fit that would do the worst two-year-old honor.
What is it that causes someone to give up on life? To give up doing the things they love, even if it means doing less of it? Why does someone just sit down?
Several folks I know deal with serious issues. One person has MS, but continues to shoot pool, ski, and hike. Another has 60% oxygen levels and is on oxygen all the time yet manages to scrape ONE window a day and paint it. And, yet another person I know has 70% heart function but continues farming, working on projects and, most of all, planning what will be done Next Year.
Why would someone who has very little health issues just quit living?
It is beyond me.
The Bible says that no matter how old we get, we all have something we can give:
Psalms 92:14a they shall still bring forth fruit in old age.
Ecclesiastes 9:10 Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
That's what I want. I want to be fruitful till the very last minute of my life. I want to have a reason to get up and the ability to give joy to someone every day. I want to be a blessing and not a curse.
How do you envision your greying years??
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Morning Joy
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
~ From Awake My Soul (the last verse is the Doxology)
This is the best part of my summer, thus far. Each morning, nearly, I can slowly awake, heat a scone and make a cuppa coffee. Then, I can read my Grandmother's Bible and the daily entry in Streams in the Desert (thanks to Sandy sharing her love of the devotional, I now own one as well!). A little easy peasy knitting, I am addicted to Deb's waffle dishcloths right now, and then I am ready to face whatever the day offers.
How do you like to start your morning?
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
~ From Awake My Soul (the last verse is the Doxology)
This is the best part of my summer, thus far. Each morning, nearly, I can slowly awake, heat a scone and make a cuppa coffee. Then, I can read my Grandmother's Bible and the daily entry in Streams in the Desert (thanks to Sandy sharing her love of the devotional, I now own one as well!). A little easy peasy knitting, I am addicted to Deb's waffle dishcloths right now, and then I am ready to face whatever the day offers.
How do you like to start your morning?
Sunday, May 22, 2011
How A Beekeeper Tills A Garden
We have one very snarky hive. Very very snarky. Everytime we go out the back door, there is a girl there, waiting, who then bumps, buzzes, and chases us back into the house. Cross bees. It comes from being brought up in the country, way more in the country than we are, and not having to deal with anything or anyone other than your own kind.
These new hives, all ten of 'em, haven't been good family members, thus far. In fact, one stung Moosie right on the corner of his eye, leaving him all weepy and with hurt feelings.
After being chased, bumped, and tortured by these new gals one too many times, I ran to the house only to discover one rode into the house on me in order to continue her annoying behavoir. After she stung the Mister while he was trying to get her out of my hair (yes, again!), I happily smashed her with a fly swatter.
So there.
First Day Musings -- Beautiful, Smart, or Interesting??
Yesterday at the Farmer's Market I was introduced by someone very kind as "the most unusual woman I know." I took it as a great compliment.
All my life, I have been marked as "unusual." As a wee little Matty, I can remember my parents saying to a neighbor one time: "Missy is beautiful; Mark is smart; Matty, well, she is interesting."
At the time my feelings were crushed. After all, who doesn't want to be smart and / or beautiful? But, I adored (and still adore) my sissie, so I can't be angry with her because she is beautiful. And, my brother is still as smart as ever and that doesn't anger me either. Me? I have come to understand that being interesting doesn't fade or change. One just gets more so.
Let me explain.
Think about people you know. Don't you enjoy the ones who are unexpected -- that is to say -- different in their approach to life? Don't you find their joy infectious? Isn't being around someone who is living as they define life inspiring?
Now, I am not saying I am all these things. Far from it! However, as I reflect, I realize that I have always seen life a little differently from most. There is no memory of my learning to read; I seem to have always done so. Heck, I read Thoreau when I was seven and "Gone with the Wind" when I was in fifth grade. I published a neighborhood newspaper which I sold for a penny door-to-door when I was eight. I believed in fairies (and still do), have seen angels, and know that the hand of God has put me in a safe place when I should have been long gone. I believe in grace and mercy. And, I believe that we are all special and unique with something important to do in this world.
And, so, as we approach this coming week, isn't it time we all learned to live our lives as we should -- being true to who and what we are? Isn't it time that we show mercy, kindness, and understanding to those who seem interesting or unusual? In short, isn't it time we become more of a model of He Who Made Us?
All my life, I have been marked as "unusual." As a wee little Matty, I can remember my parents saying to a neighbor one time: "Missy is beautiful; Mark is smart; Matty, well, she is interesting."
At the time my feelings were crushed. After all, who doesn't want to be smart and / or beautiful? But, I adored (and still adore) my sissie, so I can't be angry with her because she is beautiful. And, my brother is still as smart as ever and that doesn't anger me either. Me? I have come to understand that being interesting doesn't fade or change. One just gets more so.
Let me explain.
Think about people you know. Don't you enjoy the ones who are unexpected -- that is to say -- different in their approach to life? Don't you find their joy infectious? Isn't being around someone who is living as they define life inspiring?
Now, I am not saying I am all these things. Far from it! However, as I reflect, I realize that I have always seen life a little differently from most. There is no memory of my learning to read; I seem to have always done so. Heck, I read Thoreau when I was seven and "Gone with the Wind" when I was in fifth grade. I published a neighborhood newspaper which I sold for a penny door-to-door when I was eight. I believed in fairies (and still do), have seen angels, and know that the hand of God has put me in a safe place when I should have been long gone. I believe in grace and mercy. And, I believe that we are all special and unique with something important to do in this world.
And, so, as we approach this coming week, isn't it time we all learned to live our lives as we should -- being true to who and what we are? Isn't it time that we show mercy, kindness, and understanding to those who seem interesting or unusual? In short, isn't it time we become more of a model of He Who Made Us?
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